Aelin. Their children pressed closer to her, the eldest girl peering up to Aelin in warning. Rowan felt it then. A lethal, mighty black wind sweeping for them. He tried to scream. Tried to get off his knees, to find some way to them. But the black wind roared in, ripping and tearing everything in its path. They were still staring at him as it swept them away, too. Until only dust and shadow remained.
